Luyện nghe bài hát Dying Man

This was not my
No, I would not have of this
I admit there was evidence
Surely not enough to

a man was not his own
And there was than day to day
How there be a promise of hope
And that the soul might live again

Never bought it
Never would've it could be
would've held it
Until it hold of me, hold of me

Now, found freedom
Now mercy holds my
It took the of one living
To save this man

Now, as I at these pages
I see a told in whole
Not just segments or
But a of the soul

And now a man was not his own
And there was more day to day
How can be a promise of hope
And that the soul might live again

Never bought it
Never thought it could be
would've held it
Until it hold of me, hold of me

Now, I've found
Now mercy holds my
It took the grace of one
To save this man

Never bought it
Never would've thought it be
would've held it
Until it took hold of me, of me

Now, I've found
Now mercy my hand
It took the grace of one
To this dying man

Never bought it
would've thought it could be